Mixed Up Poems - Poems about Mixed Up

I open a bag of mixed-up vegetables their chatter is deafening I ask them, “What’s the ruckus? “It’s the day of reckoning!” I open a box of Hamburger Helper hoping to quench veggies’ yelping As H.H. interacts with mixed up vegetables he laments, “I can do no helping!” It’s hard to decide what to make for dinner when surrounded by conflict and strife After thinking it through...

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,,Why then? Why, explain! Two days before you were saying again thank you with a high pitched voice after I tried to pay close attention to anything you do so you remember a positive trait! So we can go on positive again!" ,,Why do I need to explain? Did you explain in the past?" ,,It was 3years ago." ,,As more the...

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For us to Grasp the Love There are promises of . . . Of us The promises Are there for Love to grasp . . . Grasp to us For the promises of Love are there . . . There are promises of us for Love to grasp the . . . The promises of Love Are there for us to ...

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Idea One: I'd look into my future to see the day on which I'll die, to know just how I'll shuffle off: the when, the how and why. And looking at my future, some changes I would bring about: avoid the place, that time of day - and live forever then, no doubt... ...

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Just suppose, you juxtapose date and time… early riser, back home before you’re supposed to go. A riot, that it seems my brain pauses, supposes it knows everything, but the calendar gleans the truth, the text reveals I’m all mixed up. Most of the time, I get it right, but, once in a while, my brain misfires, however, I’ll not fire the old gal - I’ve depended on her all these years! ...

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SHOW me how : show me how I'm asking because I don't know what I don't know how it all got lost with all this wait forgotten with time I knew it once maybe twice and it all left me with the deepest cuts off course there are no one anymore off course...

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Born into hope, a mother's Her world, made bright for it A cause of tears, despairing And world's hellish despairing To be, son did permit. "Life are you to blame"; he roars. Looked upon, itself, as A bad influence. "You, life! Thwarts what's best for one; gale-rife. Voicing, from all sides, crass"....

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Everyone wants to save my life, Everyone to whom sugar is knife... But shame to all sellers of sugar, Who dread it more than jumping cougar! They tell me my case is different ; Fifty two years on Earth apparent. I begin to fear the Devils rate At which I court all carbohydrates, Like one clearly acting in bad faith, Not well-...

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We are the Halloween clowns they say with a chuckle and a heave. They are weirdly grotesque worse than many would ever believe. What did they do wrong? Asks someone insane who thinks. No one likes wearing a clown suit, but his name is Rinky Dinks. Grew up with clowns but thought he would become more refine. Hoping he would...

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My days and nights were mixed up in my head. I was uncomfortable going toward my weird bed. Day was night and sheep were jumping over my house. Was it time to get on my nightie or put on my good blouse? My husband was as confused as I was for sure. You’ve got sheep, great, but I have stepped...

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"Wordplay hides a key to reality that the dictionary tries in vain to lock inside every free word.” Julio Cortázar, Around the Day in Eighty Worlds ____________________ eye like reding an righting pooitree but...

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eerie fog comes creeping to the woods nudging its way to my consciousness leaving smoky kisses sweet caressed to skin and leaf inching in upon us like a weighted blanket intertwined amongst the woven air. Without a sound it draws us in swallows us whole as though a quiet python. A surging ocean of merging gray snapping, in an...

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Did you hear about the moose, who thought he was a goose? He swam and he honked and even waddled when he walked. But it would make you cry, if you had seen it with your own eyes, the morning when that moose tried to fly. Once there was a hog, who thought he was a...

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What becomes of crazy mixed up kids fifty years on? They become crazy mixed up elderly he-goats. I am in part a Protestant, In part I am a Jew, But then I am a Catholic, on off-days an atheist, too. I’m something of a socialist and pay my union dues from well-laundered Mafia funds. Psst! Have you got your share, too? If they’d put me...

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His name was Johnny. He looked like any other teenager of his generation. Hair longer than the norm, a bit of acne, favourite band t-shirts and a love of beer. He didn't smoke, do drugs or fight. But he liked speed and drove his cheap second hand cars fast. Too fast, so there were numerous...

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